More Than Physical (The Physical Series Book Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

first time for everything.”
    Sasha sat down on the couch, tucking her feet underneath her butt, grabbing a blanket to cover her legs. She’d never witnessed Mark so smitten over a woman before. He was just adorable and dammit if she wasn’t going to exploit it by getting in some good digs at his expense.
    She and Mark had met their freshman year in college, going on to med school together, each pursing their degrees and specializations as orthopedic surgeons. They’d even shared an apartment together through med school, and were each other’s confidants through every hook-up and break-up, their friendship the one true constant in their lives.
    Most people couldn’t understand their relationship – how deep their connection was – or how a plutonic friendship actually worked. Truth be told, Sasha didn’t even understand it, because Mark was as heterosexual as she was – they just never had any other feelings toward each other. Sexually, speaking, that is. They just clicked on a totally plutonic, unromantic level, and cherished each other like no other.
    Sasha giggled at how cute Mark looked, his cheeks pink and green eyes gleaming. “Did you just use a fake English-lilt when you called her brilliant? Shit, Olsen. You really must be pussy-whipped. You’re even talking like her now!”
    She laughed harder when his middle finger shot up, filling her computer’s screen with his profane gesture.
    “Suck it, princess,” Mark taunted, shaking his head, his cropped blond hair unjostled by the movement. “Are you going to tell me why you’re stuffing your face with ice cream on a Friday night? Something you need to tell me?”
    Sasha grumbled, pursing her lips to show her displeasure.
    While it wasn’t terribly uncommon for her to relax and enjoy her Friday evenings at home after a long, stressful week at the clinic, she also was more often than not, out with her single girlfriends, trolling for single guys.
    Tonight, however, due to the long-weekend, many of her friends were out of town, or already had plans. Plus, she wasn’t in an over celebratory mood.
    “What? A girl can’t want just a quiet evening by herself, indulging in some high-caloric goodness, watching old eighties John Hughes movie to make her happy? Is there a law against this that I’m not aware of? Give me a break.”
    “Let me guess. Sixteen Candles ?”
    “Nope, Pretty in Pink . Young, hot, and wicked James Spader does it for me every time.”
    Mark groaned on the other end. “Oh shit. It must be really bad if you’re lusting over movie characters. As long as it’s not the James Spader from The Blacklist,” he said, giving an exaggerated shudder. “Spill it…what’s got you hot and bothered?”
    Sasha had always shared everything with Mark. The good, the bad and the ugly – except for the stint in the psych ward. Never one to shy away from her feelings or thoughts or any topic with him, Sasha was an open book. But for some reason, and one she didn’t fully understand herself, she never told either Mark or Rylie about her hook-up with Jackson. It was as if she needed to keep it her dirty little secret.
    If she didn’t voice it, then it never happened. It wasn’t real.
    “Nothing. I’m fine. I’m just trying to work through the details of the upcoming co-ed bash for Rylie and Mitch. It still pisses me off that I have to plan this with Jackson. He’s so stuffy and uptight. He wouldn’t know fun if it hit him in the face like a two-by-four.”
    Yowza. Even she could hear the venom lacing her voice when she mentioned Jackson. She sounded like a trapped Cobra, seething and hissing her way out of the corner. That man obviously got under her skin.
    “Really? You think Jackson is dull?” Mark asked, the fierce incredulousness in his tone surprising Sasha. “I’ve never found him to be anything less than intelligent and witty. In fact, I remember a party at Mitch’s back in college where Jackson actually got a drunken sing-a-long